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A turning point of the album and of my experience and thought process.
Reminding myself and others that we rarely ever experience anything worthy of discussion or sadness and griping.
Disgust with the culture trend of exaggerated suffering.
Sarcasm and joking hyperbole turns into literal intolerance and impatience for any inconvenience if you feign it long enough.
A very narrow, yet inspiring and humbling look into some real stories of people in my social circle and every day life who endure severe tragedy, handicap and suffering while rarely complaining and even more astonishingly, do for others.
lyrics
My boss sucks, I've fallen on hard luck,
I went to Starbucks and my cold drink had a warm cup!
I think this stain's indelible, right on my expensive clothes,
The service here is terrible, the food is barely edible
This is hell! F.M.L. Kill myself! OMG I'm so obese... I just won't eat.
I'm losing control of things, somebody console me please!
Although I need it, I can't update my statuses cause
my computer's slow as molasses, Just like this morning's flow of traffic,
REAALLY?? OF COURSE I'm the tragic sap who this would happen to,
yeah its true this town's boring god damn it soon
I have to move out this grueling crappy tomb,
Every accident is brutal I scream as every,
task is stupid I need to feed the cat,
my plans got canceled and I'm fuming,
really screaming mad as life's seriously so bad...
the example and proof: my DVD is scratched when
There's nothing to watch on television,
I've got awful cell reception,
my Ipod's got no internet,
and I can't check my twitter trends!
My phone isn't receiving texts,
My girlfriend's acting weird again,
I don't think that we're having sex
I don't think they liked my set!
My teacher wants a novel read
tomorrow, yet I ain't bought it and
I can't afford the rent since all my check
was lost to getting vodka shots or pot with friends.
I gotta do chores, fold and change clothes
wash floors, do dishes, Windex windows.
Weeping yesterday's half memorable mopes.
Worried about tomorrow as all weather brings woes.
Summer's too warm! Fall's too cold!
Spring brings storms! Winter brings snow!
When its raining its pouring, exaggerating your mourning!
We always have to complain, another manic mundane.
What's your problem? Have you got one?
Is that really worth stressing?
What's your problem? Have you got one?
Have a little perspective.
Some loved ones get beaten regularly braving through the hell,
Mom gets chemotherapy and radiation killing intruding cells,
She dances her grueling daily routine despite her cancer,
as she cares for four kids, a full time job, and housekeeping standards.
my friend's father passed for a stomach attack of the same pattern,
but to his last day he acted in ways to inspire belly laughter.
My friend lost her best to a murderer,
a mentally vexed mess of an ex who had hurt her,
then looked a shotgun in it's face flare staring,
a hell of an escape plan there's a twist:
he left livin' their infant son to raised by grandparents.
Ain't it sick? The community I assist are autistic
or afflicted with different deficient conditions,
from down's syndrome to wheelchair bound living
they're uplifting and upstanding citizens
despite their illnesses they're often altruistic or optimistic.
I know great women who were rape victims,
and daily they push persistent, insistent there's passion
within men and women yet, never hopeless.
My one friend is obsessed with syringes and always dope sick,
when controlling dozing while most my graduate class is overdosing,
Every city I've visited is riddled with the homeless,
With the local paper as a cold evader and 2 worn coats for an abode,
Bless my sister, bold Lex isn't much more than a decade old yet,
is restrained in a brace in pain daily with scoliosis
but her pride props up her posture arched proper
with nonchalance the way she shoulders it.
My old friend's been a soldier since '07
and can't be in large crowds without
scoping openings or groping for a holster's grip.
And that's just a tear drop in the ocean,
Oh, did you have something woefully potent to throw in?
What's your problem? Have you got one?
Is that really worth stressing?
What's your problem? Have you got one?
Have a little perspective.
credits
from The Inevitable Effort,
track released June 10, 2012
Lyrics written and performed by Bruce "AllOne" Pandolfo. Production by Charlie Button. Recording, Mixing and Mastering by Michael Korb.
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
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I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree
